Chapter 122 : World Event (10)
Vorlic's only response to his master's command was a deep growl that echoed like thunder.
There was no question asked, and the Undead General prepared itself for battle.
Meanwhile, the clone extended his hand as a cold wind suddenly breezed past like it had been summoned.
The cold gust spread through the battlefield as he conjured a massive wall of ice, towering high enough to shield the players behind him.
The first wave of arrows hit, striking the giant wall of ice with brute force.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The projectiles slammed into the frozen barrier, embedding deep into its surface. Cracks spiderwebbed across the wall, but it held firm.
The players behind the ice wall gaped in awe.
"He blocked them!"
"He actually blocked them!"
"We're… saved?"
"Thank goodness."
"Please, last a little bit longer," a player prayed.
Relief washed over their terrified faces. For the first time since the battle began, they dared to hope.
